Thanksgiving Day

I’ve been up and about since six or so. My feet are chilly, even with socks. The sky is the cold blue of November out my window. I’ve finished my first round of coffee. I’ll make another pot in a minute, but first a post to pass along with thanks my reading aloud of a piece I wrote years ago for Athens Word of Mouth, the poetry open mic started by the late Aralee Strange, who knew a bit about how to give the universe a stir. If you think you might want to become one of my patrons, supporting my writing and photography and such, just click the button below to find out more. Thank you!

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